Operation Red Book

Chapter 517 Question 2

"I found it next to the clown's guillotine. The sign is so big that it's hard not to go in. This guy is just trying not to pretend..."

"Are you going to continue hiding this? Master wizard, when Joshua was crying like a dog, Ms. Bell was still diagnosing him energetically. How come she fell into a coma after you, a famous master wizard, treated her?"

"I just……"

"She can't wake up. That's right. Without a spell to remove the curse, how can Ms. Bell wake up..."

"Don't talk about the friendship between mentor and teacher. You have never stood on her side. Once the interests of both sides conflict, you will definitely hurt her for the benefit of the other party..."

"Admit it, you just think Ms. Bell is a dispensable person, you can hurt her, you can kill her..."

"I didn't hurt her! I was saving her!"

Professor White suddenly yelled, he pushed Ivy's hand away from his neck and turned around angrily.

"Belle will wake up automatically the next morning. She won't lose anything. It's just like a dream."

"But now, she can't see all this. The person she loves has made a mistake. She will definitely be sad. She can't be sad again... She can't go through it again, she can't..."

"I'm the elder, I'm stuck in the middle and it's hard for me to do this. I love them very much and I don't want them to get hurt, but I have no choice, I just can't..."

"I can only escape and let her escape..."

"I don't want what happened last time to happen again. It won't do any good to you, me or the world!"

"Did I do something wrong?"

As he spoke, Professor White began to shed tears unconsciously. His eyes turned red, and even the tip of his nose and chin were slightly red.

"She will be as miserable as I am... I don't know what to do, but the fact is that I have to do it this way..."

"Then don't make any mistakes." Ivy said righteously, "The mastermind of this incident must be watching. Let him come out and we can talk face to face."

"No..." Professor White shook his head, tears streaming down his face, "Don't do this..."

"Then why don't you kill me?"

Ivy slowly raised the dagger in her hand and asked softly.

The river water hit the embankment, making a loud noise. Ivy had never felt so cold, perhaps because the cold light on the tip of the knife infected her.

"I'm not that strong, and I don't have the ability to stop you. You can separate my head from my body with just a wave of your hand, but the question is, why didn't you choose to kill me?"

"Or in other words..." Ivy raised her voice, "Why don't you run?"

Ivy looked straight at Professor White with cold eyes.

But the other party was still sobbing uncontrollably, lowering his head and unwilling to look directly at Ivy...

Or maybe he just doesn't want to look directly into his own heart.

The two stood in the cold wind, each without saying a word.

After a while, Ivy sighed first. She looked at the tears dripping from Professor White's chin and said softly:

"Because you don't want her to go astray, even though she has been making mistakes for a long time..."

At that moment, Ivy felt that Professor White stopped breathing for half a second.

"I will help you, but you have to help me too."

Ivy raised the dagger higher and slowly moved it to his side.

Professor White didn't say anything, didn't stop him, and didn't even move.

He closed his eyes in despair, listening to Ivy's threat again in a loud voice:

"Soul-stealing knife! You are familiar with it, Master Wizard! It is a gift from the god of death, and I just happened to carry it with me!"

"The man hiding in the dark! If he doesn't show up after I count to three, I'll kill him!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"Cha-"

As she counted to the third time, Ivy thrust the dagger into Professor White's shoulder.

Blood immediately gushed out, soaking Professor White's white fur collar.

There was no change around. The white moon hung high in the sky, and gauze-like clouds passed in front of the moonlight.

"Snapped!"

Ivy raised her eyebrows and kicked Professor White down with great force.

Professor White knelt down on the ground weakly, his face was as pale as death and as quiet as a chicken.

Ivy turned to face him, dropped to one knee and raised the dagger again.

"1!"

Ivy counted out loud again.

"2!"

She grabbed Professor White's throat, with the tip of the knife pointed at his protruding Adam's apple.

"3!"

"Let him go."

Suddenly, a cold and sharp voice sounded behind Ivy, stopping her right hand from raising the knife to stab.

Ivy slowly opened her eyes, her limbs stiff and unable to move.

The person who came was Arnold, who was beyond her expectations.

She slowly turned around and looked at the black figure floating in the air.

The man's golden hair fell to his waist and fluttered in the wind.

A black sickle with a circle of skulls inlaid on it hung on his waist, which was intimidating at first glance.

Such oppressive coldness can only be compared to that in a cellar that has been buried for thousands of years.

Ivy stared straight at the pair of golden eyes with vertical pupils, and all the hair on her body seemed to stand up.

"stand up."

He gave the order in a low voice, with a cold and intimidating tone.

Ivy did not refute, nor did she move. She just stared at those snake-like eyes silently and coldly, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Shh-"

The next second, Ivy felt a chill on the side of her neck. She looked down and saw a black sickle pressing against her neck, with a weight as heavy as iron.

"Clap!"

Warm blood dripped onto the back of Ivy's hand. Her breathing stagnated and she was almost frightened by the vertical pupils right in front of her.

"I ask you to stand up, slave of the devil."

He whispered, with full murderous intent.

Ivy's eyes were sore, and she slowly stood up, breathing heavily.

"I didn't expect it to be you," she said in a trembling voice.

"Wizard, you can go now."

Arnold did not respond to Ivy's words. He raised his head and whispered to Professor White.

"I……"

"Walk."

He interrupted Professor White's words in a strong voice, his vertical pupils flashing suddenly.

Professor White did not dwell on the issue any further. He took a deep look at the dark sea and turned to walk into the market.

Now, only Ivy and Arnold are left here.

I can't beat him, I can't beat him at all... Ivy felt like crying in her heart. She was not familiar with Arnold. She only knew that he was the god of death under Raphael, and then he betrayed the underworld and followed Dorian.

"I didn't expect it to be you."

With her mind blank, Ivy said this again.

"I hate you."

As expected, Arnold avoided the subject again.

"The Joker is one of yours, too. He's a member of GH just like you..."

"You're just an ordinary human being, incompetent and a troublemaker."

"You were the ones who collected souls at the Chinese docks. You were also the one who did the hollow man trick, just like the puppet last time..."

"So why would my Lord Dorian be seduced by a human like you? You? Just you?"

"You are a despicable and shameless god of death. You come to the Chinese dock to pick people up when you have no sales. No wonder Beatrice pushed you out to be a punching bag..."

"Can you say that again."

Finally they were connected, and Ivy curled the corners of her mouth quietly. But before she could be happy, an even colder feeling came from her neck, which scared her.

"You are a despicable and shameless god of death..."

"Louder!"

"The first time you went on a Death God mission, you were scared by a Chihuahua and ran three blocks away! I'm talking about you! Look at you, being a Death God is useless, and being a lackey of the devil is still useless..."

The other party stopped talking. Ivy looked at the darkness in front of her and lowered her head even more.

"Tell Beatrice to come out and talk to me..." She said loudly with determination, "She is the mastermind behind this soul-harvesting game..."

"Bam—"

Before she finished her words, Ivy felt a pain in her shoulder, and then her vision became clear.

"I'm just here to tell you something. You have no right to ruin the game."

Arnold's voice sounded behind Ivy, and it sounded gradually faded away.

He wants to escape... Ivy sighed inwardly, and turned around to find that Arnold had already drifted into the darkness in the distance.

And his previous position was replaced by a scary clown.

"hey-hey!"

The clown waved to Ivy enthusiastically, and his long and thin tongue slowly stretched out of his big mouth which was split into four parts.

fear……

Clown fear...

Ivy's legs went limp with fear at the sudden turn of events.

Shortness of breath...

Trembling…

Cramps...

fear……

Clown fear...

"hey-hey!"